Disclaimer: I own ONLY AnneMarie, Fabiola, Madam Velosomikh, Madamé Císerosa, K.C. Anderson, Amelia Herrington, and baby Mariah.

Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. =) Also, I've decided to make it easier on people to let me know what they think, and give me more ideas of what to write. If you would like, I can be reached via email or Yahoo! messenger at AdorableKittens2002@Yahoo.com or via AOL instant messenger as PrincessSpzMnky . Feel free to drop me a line if you'd like. =) Happy Reading! =)

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Dedication: I am dedicating this chapter, as well as the next few, to my Grandmother whom I lost to Alzheimers on December 6, 2003. I actually wrote these the other day when I was having a really bad day, but didn't understand why until just before going to bed, when I looked at the calendar. It was also the same day I ran into my grandmother's friends at the grocery store. Its amazing how depressed you can get completely by accident. But anyway, to my Grandma Ruth . . . These last 4 months have been very hard without you, but I know that you are watching over all of us; helping us to heal and to move forward. Thank you for all the years of endless love and support you have given our family. We all love & miss you more than you know!

For more information on the horrific disease known as Alzheimers, please visit alz.org




Questions

~ ~ ~ 20 Minutes Later ~ ~ ~

"Hi, my name is Thomas Oliver, my wife Kimberly Anne Hart Oliver was just flown in here. I need to see her please." Tommy said to a nurse at the check in desk of the Santa Monica General Hospital.

"Let me check for her room." the nurse answered calmly, punching a few buttons on the computer. "I'm sorry Mr. Oliver, your wife is in surgery. I do need some paperwork filled out however, so if you wold like to take a seat, I will let the doctors know that you are here."

"I need to see my wife." Tommy said desperately. "Please!"

"I'm sorry, she's in surgery. The best I can do, is let the doctors know that you are here."

"Fine . . . . ." Tommy said with a sigh.

"Here you go Mr. Oliver. Please fill out this paper work, then bring it right back to me when you are finished." Tommy took the clipboard full of paperwork and a pen from the nurse, then found a spot to sit in the large waiting room, while he filled it out.

~ ~ ~ 2 Hours Later ~ ~ ~

"Hello?" Tommy sighed, answering his ringing phone.

"Tommy, its AnneMarie. Nana said you had to meet Kimberly in Santa Monica. When are you guys going to be home?"

"I'm not sure." Tommy said softly. "Is Mom there?"

"She's rocking Mariah." She's really fussy."

"Did you grab her bottle?"

"She won't take it. I think she wants Kimberly."

"I'm sorry AnneMarie, its going to be a while. Did you guys grab some clothes and your school stuff from the house?"

"Yeah. Nana said you probably won't be back tonight."

"She's right . . ."

"Will you be back in the morning? I have a dance show tomorrow, after school."

"I don't know AnneMarie . . . . . Let me talk to my Mom and try to figure out what's going on, and I'll let you know, ok?"

"Ok . . . . ." AnneMarie said with a sigh. "Can I say hi to Kim though?"

"She isn't with me right now."

"Where are you?"

"Can I talk to my Mom please?"

"Fine . . . Nana, its Tommy." AnneMarie said carrying the phone into the livingroom.

"Hi Sweetie." Christine answered.

"Mom, she's been in surgery for over 2 hours . . . . ." Tommy complained.

"I'm sorry Honey, I wish there was something I could do."

"They aren't telling me anything."

"Sounds like it." Christine commented, trying to not let AnneMarie know that she knew what was going on.

"AnneMarie is standing right there, isn't she?"

"Yep!"

"Figures . . . I trained her well . . . . ." Tommy sighted. "Mom, I wish you were here, you know how to get answers."

"I can be."

"I think I need you . . . . ."

"Ok Sweetie. No problem. I'll get the girls to bed. I have to run out at 8 though, I promised a friend I'd drop by for a while."

"Will you bring me some clothes and stuff?"

"Anything you need."

"Thanks Mom. I love you! Give Mariah a hug and kiss for us."

"I will Sweetie. I love you too. I'll see you soon."

"Santa Monica General Hospital."

"No problem!"

"I love you Mom! Thank you!"

"Anytime Sweetie. Bye." Christine said, then hung up.

"When are they coming home?" AnneMarie asked.

"I don't know. Tommy will call though . . . Are you hungry? Let's go put Mariah down, and get some dinner, then you can get a jump on your homework."

"Its already done."

"Oh good! Then you can watch TV with Pappi, while I run out to my friend's."

"Can I go with you?"

"You know, I wold let you, but this time, I think its better if you stayed to help with Mariah. But you and I will do something later this week, ok?"

"Sure . . . . ." AnneMarie sighed as Christine got up from the recliner.

"Let's go get Mariah to bed, so we can get some dinner."



To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .